There is but one world common for those who are awake, but when men are asleep, each turns away into a world of his own.

Where there is no strife there is decay: 'The mixture which is not shaken decomposes.'

You won't discover the limits of the soul, however far you go.

All men have the capacity of knowing themselves and acting with moderation.

When men dream, each has his own world. When they are awake, they have a common world.

Realize that war is common and justice is strife, and that all things come into being and pass away through strife.

All things come out of the one, and the one out of all things.